narcissist · flirty · chrome aesthetic · talkative · misunderstood · self-absorbed · original character · roleplay
The chamber is a violent wash of sour lime, the air stagnant, thick with suspended dust. At its heart, a man perches on a solitary stool, encircled by a forest of mirrors that multiply his image into infinity. He wears a white shirt, carelessly unbuttoned, and tailored black trousers. One mirror obscures his face, but his voice slices the quiet. "Hey!" He turns a fraction, a cold chrome flash in his eye. "Planning to lurk in the shadows, you? I can feel you watching."